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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

mukashi mukashi50.46.99.184Posted On November 28, 2016 at 11:52 PM by yumi chizue


There was something altogether comforting about books - from the feel of the pages against her fingertips, to the quietness that surrounded her, and the simple fact that here, such loneliness was somehow acceptable. Here she could get away from the high social demands of her taxing job and simply exist with her nose nestled in a book and no one to bother her. A small frown crossed her features as her slender fingers ran with a slow methodical ease over the spine of those books. The covers were entirely enticing, the titles alone had the ability to spur her into action or to dismiss them with just those few simple words. She plucked one off the shelf, ran her fingers over the cover in a fashion that was altogether adoring before putting it back just a moment later. No, not that one, that one wasn't right. She placed it back amongst the horde of other entrancing titles before a particular one caught her interest. It was unique in a way that certainly called to the girl. The pages were black around the edges, the cover featured a large bird upon the front and the synopsis spoke of adventure and heroes and thieves and fantastical creatures and, before she knew it, Chizue found herself simply standing there amongst the rows of books already half way through with the first chapter. Oh how they captivated her! How she could lose herself in a life that would never be her's to have! At least, until…

The sound of her name entirely caught her off guard, a subdued cry of surprise left her lips as she leapt away from the voice, that book had closed within her hand, pressed against her chest as those wide chocolate eyes took in the sight of the strange figure she hadn't anticipated to hear. It took her a moment for her thoughts to catch up with the sight of the man in front of her and softly, a breath left her lips. Well, he wasn't what she anticipated but, at least she was hardly as terrifying as she thought he was! She could almost feel her heart beating in her chest! "Damon!" His name fell from her lips, still laced with surprise before her eyebrows slowly began to furrow in confusion. This certainly was not a place to find the enigmatic man. Usually he was at Isolt's side since he had returned and Chizue had seen to it that she hardly invaded in the time that she knew they needed together. "Hi. Um….were you looking for something?" Her head tilted inquisitively to the side, still altogether baffled as to why he might so take to stalking the sacred aisles of her book stores. Then again, she supposed the women who, alongside her, stalked these halls made for easy prey for a man as handsome as him.

A small hue of pink graced over the pale Asian's cheeks, her chocolate eyes immediately fell to the floor with the simple knowledge of how her skin so betrayed her thoughts. Rather on dwelling upon such a thing though, Chizue was quick to redirect her attention, and thus, the conversation elsewhere. "Are things with Isolt okay? Were you getting something for her?" At the very least, Chizue had found she was capable of bonding with her coven leader over such a thing as these, even if Isolt rarely had time for such a thing as books any more.



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